José Balboa

In a boxing ring a champion celebrates her victory. To her feet, several opponents have lain on the floor. Some are dragging themselves until they touch her feet as a sign of mercy and veneration. They have been defeated. We don´t know if it is due to the opponents strength, ferocity, punch or due to the woman’s stark beauty of her white nudity. The woman boxer raises both her arms as a sign of victory. She looks at the camera. She is aware of being looked, revered. Her round, inhospitable breasts form an imaginary cup when we extend a virtual line rising above both arms and tied up in each round red glove. Such imaginary cup is the source of all sexual ecstasies, of all possessions, of all victories achieved by one sex over the other. It is a sweet possession, a tender arrogance, an electrifying quarrel between Eros and Tanato. The female power is voluptuous, soft, humid, and penetrable. It glitters in the background of the composition as the only vertical figure standing straight over the amorphous mass of faint and dying male bodies.